For My Son
I wanted to warn you
That the world is so cold,
But you became a part of it so quickly
That it numbed me,
And I walked away
talking to myself,
like an old man
buttoning a sweater.
I wanted to warn you
That the world is so cold,
But you became a part of it so quickly
That it numbed me,
And I walked away
talking to myself,
like an old man
buttoning a sweater.